Altitude

Rose gold stones on my bitch now If she ain't gon suck dick she get kicked out Boy talkin' like he 'bout it but he seen us in the street And he seen us packin' heat so he dipped out I'm an asshole, I'm a cunt No, I'm a rockstar, bitch I do what I want But let me keep my cool Like I'm Oshay Jackson Stone cold, always ready for some homemade action With a sawed-off shotty, 12 gauges of passion You get fucked by these bullets, pillow talk in a casket Half Evil logo on the chest of the jacket You could say I'm gassed up like I blew out a gasket Got my dick in the same hole you was born out Bitch I'm 'bout it 'bout it, got my fuckin' sword out What happens to you then is outta my control now I might take your ice off then rip your fuckin' soul out You could never even dream of havin' shows sold out You could never even dream of havin' shows sold out Post Malone with the guap 'cause I got more now, wow F*ck me up F*ck me up Told that bitch to f*ck me up Know this drink gon f*ck me up F*ck you up F*ck you up Told my shooter f*ck you up Bet this Drako tummy tuck Switch it Smoke to all you motherfuckers claimin' you the goat Ain't nobody fuckin' with a single word you wrote On the 'Gram posted, lookin' like you boutta have a stroke I done seen enough bitch, now I'm comin' for your throat Kill Never get the bills I'm flexin' hard for real Grippin' on the trigger, someone might get spilled God really not one for all the bullshit I just solve my problems with a fuckin' full clip